Thursday, August 27, 2009

Poetry: She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.

A Violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the Eye!
---Fair, as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky!

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her Grave, and, Oh!
The difference to me.

I really love Wordsworth's poems. They're beautiful and easy to understand. If you want to read a bit more about this particular poem, which I recommend, take a look here.

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